I bear no brief for Mr. McAdoo. On the contrary I have been one of his most persistent, although, I trust, consistent, critics. In the columns of the "Saturday Evening Post" and other widely circulated publications I have tried to set down fairly, impartially, and thoroughly both the accomplishment and the shortcomings of that remarkable organization, the United States Railroad Administration. And with this final chapter written I shall close for myself, I hope forever, the recital of its history. It is but fair to say that even though McAdoo's great economies of operation through radical consolidation and reroutings were obvious, it took courage, none the less, to put many of them into effect. Tradition, the sentiment built up through long years of hot competitive practice, local pride and local spirit here and there and everywhere, had to be met and overcome successfully, even though the war-time issue was to come into the reckoning. McAdoo has never been known for lack of courage. He reached out here and he reached out there and generally he attained his desires. "You talk about Fairfax Harrison. Of all the men in authority in Washington, it was McAdoo who really played the lone hand." So speaks a man who from the very beginning of the war overseas made a careful study of the Administration and its human components. He speaks the truth--and does not. "The trouble with McAdoo," says a radical who is immensely interested in the entire railroad situation, "was that he was in the hands of the old railroad gang and controlled body and soul by them." He also speaks the truth, and does not. I presume that we may translate the "old railroad gang" into the group of experienced and very able and honest railroad executives that the first director-general gathered about him, and who without exception rendered him efficient service. Mr. McAdoo himself says this. And he ought to know.